Chapter 216
- “Good,” the man said, and drove the second syringe into the back of her neck. Zayla Steele’s long hair hung in soaked, tangled strands. As the drug flooded in, the veins at her nape bulged like they were about to burst.
- Pain. Pain past the limit… so this was what it meant to live wishing for death.
- In that moment, Zay felt her soul tear free of her body, floating above, watching herself writhe in agony below.